"Hello, Senior. It's me. What can I do for you?"
"Xiuwen, do you have any intel on the Illuminati's local presence?"
"Oh, come on, Senior. You're overestimating the efficiency of our backwater office. It's been almost two months, and aside from putting up a bunch of banners and writing a ton of meeting minutes, those bureaucrats haven't done a single useful thing! We're not even sure if there are any rats in the house yet, let alone how many."
Yan Sea was silent on the other end of the line for a moment. Then he spoke.
"I have a piece of intel for you."
"Go on, go on. Hold on... I'm grabbing a notebook to write this down... Okay, go ahead!"
Bu Xiuwen scrambled to find a notebook and pen, clamping the phone between his shoulder and ear.
"May fourth, the day of the high school martial arts tournament. West sector of the second-year competition. In the northwest direction, opposite the ring. A cult member infiltrated to watch the competition."
